‘It’s a little cold here today, but it is going to warm up by Saturday…’ Those were the words of the Disney Magical Express driver on the way to the park. In reality, it was the ‘longest cold snap in Floridian recorded history’ as quoted by the weather channel at 3 am Sunday morning. Wind chill temperature of 17 degrees. High was predicted to be 30 degrees. I knew then that plan A of a 5:45 to 6 hour marathon was gone. I also knew that there was no way Stacey would finish if I didn’t run with her. So the 8 minute run 2 minute walk plan that I have had such great success was also going to be replaced with her plan of 6 minutes walking and one minute rest. It doesn’t sound like much but for me that is a big change. But who cares, just finish was the point of this race anyway.
The 2010 Walt Disney Marathon was a pipe dream in June. I was trying to finish my degree, we had no DVC points for a room, we had no money for tickets, it just wasn’t going to happen. Then I got a job at Life Technologies. We could afford to go. I was going to graduate by August 31st, we would have time to train. Suddenly, we were signed up, and ready to train. Except, I am working two jobs and Stacey is on her own with AJ. Except, I didn’t graduate until December 7th. Except, we had a fire in the house and the money was gone. But we were still signed up, tickets were purchased and we were going. So what if we take a long time, it will be sunny, warm and exciting.
As I pulled on the thin running pants I purchased 15 hours ago I realized that I would be stepping on the back edge with each step. They were just a few centimeters to long. Would this really be a problem? Stacey looks like she wants to go back to bed rather than run, but we are pulling on our shoes and bib numbers. Man it is really cold out. Stacey has long since decided not to wear our team in training shirt Marci sent us because a tank top was just not going to cut it at 17 degrees. Wait, make that 22 now. Huh. Getting warmer.
In August we began raising money for Fred’s team. We were planning on running in honor of Liam Witt. That is the amazing thing about the internet. I met this wonderful family with this amazing little boy and this incredible runner who runs for Fred’s team, yet I have never actually met them. But we worked together and now we were raising money for pediatric cancer research. Sure we only raised $520.00 but hey, that is a lot considering Fred’s team is not associated with the WDW marathon. Every bit helps in the fight against cancer. All we have to do is just finish.
A stiff wind met us as we got off the bus and made our way to the staging area. Stacey is not looking forward to taking off her winter coat. I have on my Life Tech coat and don’t really care to shed it either. Plus each step pulls my pants down. Guess they will have to go in my storage bag with my coat. To bad they were doing a good job. We made our way through the baggage storage area. No one is talking, it’s so quiet. Stacey and I huddle together to stay warm behind a tent. It is way to cold to be out like this. It is announced that we need to make our way to the starting line. There is very little talking, none of the excited jabbering I am use to before a race.
January 6th, My bag is 51 lbs and it has to be 50. I am holding my underarmor pants and my swim trunks. I chuck the pants and pack the trunks because I am going to Florida. I am holding a technical t-shirt and my underarmor cold weather shirt, I keep the T-shirt. 50 lbs, Sunshine here I come. Woo Hoo. Don’t forget the sunscreen.
As I walked past a garbage can I realize there are unused clean bags hanging. I grab two and fashion some neck holes. It takes a minute but we start to warm up in the garbage bags. After a last minute bathroom stop we fumble our way to Corral G. Trying to stretch in the bag is nearly useless. Plus I am so tight from the cold I am afraid of hurting myself. We are trying to get excited but really feel miserable. I notice that is the case with most of the people around me. The anthem plays, it was really good. And we cheered the wheel chair racers as they leave. Then the first wave takes off, ten more minutes. We all begin the push to the start, and with a loud burst of fireworks we are off. We quickly chuck our bags as we draw near to the starting line. And now the process of 6 minutes and 1 minutes starts.
Stacey was having a really hard time starting out. Despite running 6 and walking 1 we were only averaging a 14 minute mile. Put in a much needed second bathroom break and that put us at 4 miles for the first hour. Not good. However, after mile five the sun came up and we were ok. I started lying to Stacey about how long we had to go and did some longer stretches of running to make up time but still kept the pace slow. I could already feel some tightness in my quads but it was manageable in I felt that if I stretched at the next bathroom break that Stacey needed we would be ok. That break came in the Magic Kingdom in Tomorrow Land. I quickly changed socks (an idea from the last marathon) and stretched and pulled out the peanuts. By the way, I purchased this lousy arm band to hold my foods, it really sucked so it got pitched in Animal Kingdom. I hope whoever has it now enjoys its futile uselessness.
Stacey and I ran hand in hand through the castle for our picture. We then headed out of Frontier Land and off to Animal Kingdom. This is when my legs went from tight and uncomfortable to down right cramped and intense pain. I was mad, here Stacey had finally started to feel good and confident, and now I am unable to run more then 100 feet without stopping. By mile 14 I knew running was done. Stacey wouldn’t leave even though she felt good which was driving me crazy. I didn’t want her to miss out on finishing when I knew that finishing wasn’t really a guaranteed thing for me. I was also angry because yet again I am at mile 14 unable to run yet full of energy and ready to go. My body wouldn’t let me. Again, I did all the things that worked in the second marathon that had no cramps but debilitating blisters. Still, the cramps were back. Stacey is a faster runner than she use to be, so I do not believe it was from a slower pace. I believe it was from the cold. Perhaps if I had done the 8 and 2 that may have helped. 6 and 1 did not give me enough time to truly warm up. Still if the temp had been say 35 at the start instead of what we found out was 26, then perhaps 6 and 1 would have been ok. Either way, I was walking.
I kept going because Stacey was there, and I didn’t want her to miss out. I knew if I could keep a 15 minute mile pace we would just make it. Slowly the miles ticked down. we made it through to 20 by 5 hour 4 minutes and 18 seconds. I knew then that we would finish. I prayed that I could run some more but it wasn’t going to happen. Stacey was so good. She had to stop for bathroom breaks three more times. I would walk ahead and she would catch up with me. I couldn’t talk but I just focused on getting to each mile in under 15 minutes. Some I made, some I didn’t. I even ran down a few hills because it hurt less, but paid for it with cramps at the bottom. I did manage to some in Hollywood Studios. But mainly I kept thinking I needed to do this so Stacey could finish after struggling so much in the first half. I needed to do this because despite the pain I felt at the moment. It was nothing compared to the pain that Liam’s parents feel everyday as they face cancer. It was noting compared to the pain of chemo and antibody treatments, surgeries and more. It was nothing.
Still, I felt miserable at mile 24. I know 6:30:00 (my first marathon time) was gone for good. I was barely going to finish. I hurt, I was tired and then the phone rang. It was Dan and Barb Richbart and they were at mile 25. We did mile 24 in 11 minutes. I was so excited and full of energy and still unable to run. We hugged and yelled and thanked them so much. It was like getting a full tank of gas for free. We continued around EPCOT and saw Dan again, more hugs more screaming. We then continued to the finish. I had gotten Stacey through the first half and she got me through the last, we crossed the finish line hand in hand.